Fiction Prompts Novels & Stories

“It is fiction. These characters must have fantasised about having foreplay and sex like this, so in their mind, they have created the person that doesn’t exist and accept whatever happens afterwards with character growth.” Hayden sat up and looked at me, his gaze intense. “But doesn’t it feel wrong in some way? What if we had first met, and I thought of you as some maid and you thought of me as that stable boy?” “It’s not about us. That is fiction—” “Would you have been thrilled to have sex with me if I had introduced myself as a Navy Seal as soon as we started talking?” No, I would have run away. “Well, of course.” I asked, “Would you have been thrilled to have sex with me if I had introdu

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent. KINKS: Knife play, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension. "I wish someone would break into my house and fuck me with a knife to my throat." Immediately I say this, the room goes very quiet.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Content Warning: This book is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. It contains explicit sexual content, adult language, and pwp themes. Author’s Note Greetings, lovely readers! Welcome to the world of Sasicha. I am an erotic fiction author hailing from Thailand—the land of boundless imagination and tropical heat. For this project, I invite you to leave behind everything you thought you knew about the classic fairy tale of Snow White. In my version, we’re stripping away the fluff and diving straight into a P**n Without Plot (PWP) experience.

First of all, thank you for giving this story a chance. I would like to grab your attention on few things. 1) English isn't my first language. 2) This is my first story. 3) This story is just my imagination and it do not have any connection with real world. 4) Its my original work and I don't allow or permit anyone to copy my work. 5) Their is nothing like separation, drama and serious fights between the protagonists. 6) This story contains romance, comedy and suspense, means a clićhe story.

I roll my fingers into my palm to ease the urge, tonight is not going to be easy. None of this is real. The flirting, the touching, the kiss. My fingers slide along my neck where Max kissed me. It's all fake and a show. I want to believe it, but my body is defying every thought. We reach a random truck parked by the bonfire and we climb on top of the tailgate. His thigh brushing against my bare leg. I begin to sweat, wishing these feelings and thoughts to vanish. "You want some?" he holds his beer toward me, and my eyes snap to his.

* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.